There's light first in the east with autumn more south
On and in your eyes, ears, nose, skin, and mouth
Where we're supposed to let everything out
Ain't nothing left to gripe about
There's grey sand on the banks of Gleneden Beach
And green moss on the rocks under fir trees
There are nice days in the winter where the shadows freeze
The stubborn fog stuck in the valley with an afternoon sun tease
Just enough to paint the light
With each lumen more hue sent to the human eye
The lens bend includes to a deeper inside
Each color each hue while your bones dry white
There's still teeth in the open jaw of a fossilized beast
And more pieces of bone in the hillside from the Pleistocene
There are yet to be born new species among my own family
And we are each and every creature
In outer space on land and in the sea
Bored enough to paint with the light
Our flesh worn deep red with blue veins inside
And the amber haze of a summer's twilight
The lens bending hues into human eyes
There is light last in the west with summer more north
Parts of Japan wash-up on shore
There's still light left in the lighthouse with that ghost of yours
Looking out along the horizon, lost vessels found on the horizon
Blood vessels drowned on the horizon—no turning back around
Once past the event horizon line
Bending the bow and shield of Orion my body drowns
Swim into the next horizon line
Staring out along the horizon
Can't hear a sound from within your dimension
While I'm on the other side of the event horizon line
Endlessly through time
There is light over here then none over there
Star ashes everywhere
There are songs that disappear without ever finding an ear
And there are strong storms that remove
Whole landforms crawling with
Millions of wheels while one engine steers
And smears the painted light
With each lumen new hue sent to the human eye
Like the reds, greens, and blues in the northern sky
Each color of you blues, while your bones dry white